Lil Pokemon friends by itsbirdy
WHAT THE FUCK
I’D ONLY SEEN THE STARTERS WHAT THE FUCKING
SO CUTE OH GOD
About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.
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How old are you?
How long have you been ten?
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN
Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.
“Your eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”
The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path.
“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.
“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.
Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.
Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.
“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.
“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.
Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.
“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.
Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.
He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”
Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.
Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”
OH MY LORD HELP
The moment Jessie was so poor she had to eat snow.
This show was brutal, okay.
It’s not that she was so poor she had to eat snow it was that she was so poor that she viewed eating snow as a treat
He doesn’t look like he’s going to be gentle at all
OMFG I AM SO SCARED FOR MY ASS RIGHT NOW.
OH MYGOD WHY
I’ve risen from the grave to wreck your mind
I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO REMOVE MY ROLLER SKATES EVERYTHING IS VERY FAST AND I AM VERY AFRAID
so stumbleupon brought me to this thing where it gives you two random pokemon and you pick one, eliminating the other, then two more and so on until there’s only one left. i decided to see which pokemon was truly the most badass.
we had some really tough match ups. for example:
lady boxer vs….
Movie poster mash-ups
I choked on the air I was trying to breathe
I LOST IT AT SHIELD OF DREAMS
I need the Inglourious Wizerds poster on my wall right fucking now
if you had to choose between living in the pokemon universe and world peace who would your starter be